The Storm
The Storm
The storm of devastation,
is flying in the air.
It brings to us damnation,
death and despair.
The ones trying,
to hurt it at least,
are the ones who are dying,
through the claws of that beast.
The storm of devastation,
is hunting on earth.
It brings to us damnation,
and takes what is of worth.
We are only figures,
trying to succeed,
but no one can help us,
and so we will bleed.
The end of the game,
is with the beginnig the same.
Human souls crying silent',
knowing there is no better end.
The storm of devastation,
even destroys hell.
So the devil pays attention,
what story we can tell.
Heaven send an angel,
his wings wide spread,
to defeat the danger,
But seconds later he was dead.
God was no frighten',
by the might he had seen.
He said: "It's time to fight 'em,
how it has always been."
God and devil thought is would be right,
they went to the battlefield where angels and demons died.
But arguing about how to win this combat,
the storm came and both were dead.
The storm of devastation,
is killing human kind.
It brings the world salvation,
and refreshes it's mind.
But among all those dead,
animals and plants lived ahead.
And so one year after the storm,
the world finally was reborn.
